Ever Burning Light

by tears-of-a-different-shade

Supernatural poem. Dean thinks about Sam after his death. He's been shot and it's permanent this time. Sad and angsty. Character death obviously. Is not slash, but can be interpreted as so or so my friend pointed out to me.

Disclaimer: Supernatural is not mine.

A/N: So, I wrote this a loooooong time ago and only just found it. Kind of a crappy poem, but I have a soft spot for it so I thought I'd post it here anyway.

This is from Dean's point of view and is about Sam.

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Ever Burning Light

It is your laugh I miss most of all

And those chick-flick moments and stupid brawls

Some would say life was wasted – those precious moments few

But I know better and I hope that you would too

Because even though we didn't say it often

It was there the way our looks would soften

Through the smirks and aggravated sighs

Love reflected in each brother's eyes

I would have died for you, had it been required

Protected you, no matter how scared or tired

But it was you who sacrificed all

And, this time, I could only watch you fall

You took that old saying quite literally

You took a bullet – a bullet for me

And so by your grave I do weep

You no longer mine to keep

If I had just one last wish

It would for you to not have been so selfish

That you had told me what you did see

Before it was too late for me

To save you from an untimely death

And be forced to witness your last breath

Because of your secrets I did not know

And now you've gone where I can't go

We always dreamed of a blaze of glory

A perfect end to our life story

I hope you're happy that you got what you wanted

With your brave heart, fear left you undaunted

But I am alone, my worst fear come true

For doing this to me, I wanted to hate you

But even through fear and hate shines love

Making it even harder to bare your loss. No shadows above

Me from your towering form

No looking up into your eyes, so gentle and warm

I continue hunting. I do what I do

It's the only way I know to get over you

Even as fresh tears slip from my eyes

And I look up into the once bright skies

Now darkening with the coming night

I swear I still see your ever burning light